Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
MDC,
Ronan,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.